Flame On

Fire rages on the West Bottoms. I hope all of the hip artists that live down there are using protection. Still, everybody knows that fucking around with "creative" people is a good way to get burned. Does crying and sweating bullets at the free clinic count as performance art? Finally, "Burning Bottoms" sounds like a great name for an art exhibit . . . it's hard not to envision something wonderfully gross like a display of a bright red starfish on a canvas oozing with a mixture of multi-colored paint strewn all over the place . . . A kind of wink to Jackson Pollock's work.